It Don't Stop-Kris Kross

Party people, ha Your dreams have now been fulfilled Get out your seats and let's get ill That's right, y'all We're not just rough, we're more than tough And when it comes to rhymes, ha, ha You, you had enough [Chris Smith] It's like this y'all (this y'all), that y'all (that y'all) I'm the Daddy mac and I'm back, y'all (back y'all) Bustin' routine like the niggas in the '80s Krossed Out, no doubt, gettin' all the ladies Pulsatin', dominatin' up above Chillin' and I'm willin', gettin' nothin' but love [Chris Kelly] Creatin', devastatin' in the palce to be It's the ni**a that th niggas call the M-A-C Big makin', never fakin', chillin' all of the time Gold playin', rhyme sayin' and I gets mine [Chris Smith] I speak rap, not crap, I do not sing You wanna show, let me know, just give us some ring It's like that y'all (that y'all), I'm just keepin' it on Mac Daddy, my man 'til the break of dawn, rock [Chris Kelly] I never hesitate to call you wack, if you're wack Put a flat on your back for talkin' all that smack [Hook] And it don't stop, and it don't quit And it don't stop, and it don't quit And it don't stop, and it don't quit Servin' all them little fools in the nine-tre like this And it don't stop, and it don't quit And it don't stop, and it don't quit And it don't stop, and it don't quit Servin' all them little fools in the nine-tre like this [Chris Kelly] Take a, take a, take a stand, my man and I won't tip 'Cause I'm the real deal like Coke is it And you won't find my name in the yellow page 'Cause the Mac always reach when they startin' to say It takes two emcees (huh) and one DJ We grab at least 50 G's when we play So Daddy Mac (what up), my man, my mellow, my ace Why don't you (yeah) get on the mic and cold rock the place [Chris Smith] My rock is hard (hard), you can't pull my card (card) I'm the shining star (star), shining near and far (far) Shining like the sun, shooting like a gun Boo-ya-kah, boo-ya-kah, so you niggas better run 'Cause there emcees and emcees that play We rock, shock the mic all night and day So jump back, and feel the wrath of da bomb Here it comes, here it comes, here it diddy come comes [Hook] And it don't stop, and it don't quit And it don't stop, and it don't quit And it don't stop, and it don't quit Servin' all them little fools in the nine-tre like this And it don't stop, and it don't quit And it don't stop, and it don't quit And it don't stop, and it don't quit Servin' all them little fools in the nine-tre like this [Chris Kelly] Word up! Kris Kross puttin' it down for the nine-tre Givin' the proper dues to the niggas from the old school So you better believe that. Peace